Riz is quick with his act. The moment his orders left the royal office, the machinery of the kingdom began to turn.
As soon as the royal directive was received, the printing press, messengers, and officials began working through the night.
At the Royal Printing House, the heavy iron presses were already roaring to life.
Stacks of blank paper were wheeled across the floor while workers arranged metal letters into printing frames. Once the frames were locked into place, ink rollers swept across them, coating every raised letter in dark black gloss.
Then the presses began.
CLACK—THUMP. Paper fed in.
CLACK—THUMP. Another sheet pressed.
Fresh copies slid out in neat stacks, the ink still faintly shining beneath the light.
The headline stretched boldly across the top of every page.
[Victory in the North! Ryntum Force triumph at Blande]
